Ladies & Gentlemen, I have been given a gift. It is a gift I intend to use for the betterment of mankind, once I can figure out how.
This morning, for the 4th day in a row, I was able to crack a hardboiled egg such that the shell came off in one easily removed piece. Four times is not a coincidence. It is a gift.
It’s a very specific gift, true, and its usability is debatable – unless I can figure out how to transfer this skill.
Perhaps I will become Hardboiled – mild manner appraiser by day, hardboiled egg hurler by night – fighting crime with my Eggs of Justice. Together with my sidekick – the Boiler (hey someone will have to prepare the eggs for me, I can’t do EVERYTHING) – we will show the villains of this city that the consequences of crime are eggcruciating.
Conversely, I could get a job at IHOP and fight evil there. You know what they say about fighting evil from within…
Look to the skies people, when you see Hardboiled & the Boiler, you’ll know justice is coming in 3 to 5 minutes after the water is boiled.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
A Candle Opera
Background: So someone on Freecycle was trying to get rid of a candelabra (we assume) but instead wrote candle opera. And because I wasn't sure whether or not there were candle opera's I wrote one. I hope you enjoy. (Make up the melody's in your head if you want. I have mine but its hard to convey sans vocal or instruments).
Oh, and its long.
***
The Opera of Candles
It is a story of love.
A young candle maker named Claudio falls in love with his Lord’s daughter Isabella. In order to win her hand he must complete three quests. He goes through the trials and finds an inner strength he never knew he possessed and an ingenuity he’d never needed to use.
Song One: From A far (Claudio)
I see you there, a distant star
I will love you from a far;
I’m not good enough to be there where you are
I will love you from a far.
You light my world from so far away
By your side is where I long to stay;
If I was by your side, I would never stray
You light my world from so far away.
You and I we are not meant to be
We may as well be separated by the sea;
You are a Lady, and I am only me
You and I we are not meant to be.
I see you there a distant star
I will love you, if only from afar.
I am not good enough to be there where you are
I will love you from afar.
Story: Despite knowing he should stay away, Claudio cannot help himself. He makes coloured candles and poems professing his love, and leaves them where Isabella will find them.
Song Two: Who Are You (Isabella)
Every day I walk, wherever I walk
To avoid the endless people who wish to talk;
Sometimes all I want to do is to be alone
But I am a Lady; I cannot be on my own.
Until I find your gift, your gift of light.
It brings hope to me in the darkest night.
I dream the dreams of when you’ll hold me tight
Such dreams turn my days to bright.
Chorus:
Oh Who are you? That you would do such for me!
I know not who you are, or can we come to be?
Such beauty in this candle, is from your soul
Oh who are you out there to make me whole.
Every day I walk, wherever I walk
To avoid the endless people who wish to talk;
Sometimes all I want to do is to be alone
But I am a Lady, I cannot be on my own.
Story: Isabella discovers the identity of her would be love. She knows that her father would never allow them to be married, but she has fallen in love with the beauty of Claudio’s soul. She leaves him a letter professing her love for him. Claudio finds the letter.
Song Three: All this Written Down. (Claudio & Isabella together)
Dear Claudio, I know your face
I never dreamt to find you in this place;
You are noble, if only in my eyes
Your visage, brightens up my skies.
We come from a different world
You are a low born boy, me a high born girl
But love will overcome these mountains high
The way is rough, but oh please won’t you try.
Tell my father, that you wish for my hand
Tell him that you will go out and rid the land.
Of dangers three, tasks you must complete.
And then for my hand, then you will entreat.
Dear Claudio. I know your face
Come rescue me from the doldrums of this place.
Your very nature makes a smile out of my frown
Oh Claudio, all this I’ve written down.
Story: Claudio goes to the court of his would be lover’s father and there asks for his daughter’s hand.
Song Four: Dear Lord (Claudio)
Dear Lord, I have seen a vision
Dear Lord, I would suffer your derision
Dear Lord, I am yours to command
Dear Lord, I ask but your daughter’s hand.
(Crowd gasps at his audacity).
Dear Sir, I am low burn but no churl
Dear Sir, This plan I do unfurl
Dear Sir, name me these tasks three
Dear Sir, and then you will see… that I am worthy.
Story: Lord looks to his daughter and sees her approval. He loves his daughter and if she wants this he is willing, but he will not see his daughter married to someone who is not worthy.
Song Five: These three tasks (the Lord)
Oh Candle maker, your life is but a spark
You must prove yourself when the hour is dark
In the mines, south outside of town
Is a foe that has brought many heroes down.
Climb down the tunnel
Your courage you must funnel
Stick it to that sticking place
Defeat there the villain
That for years has been chillin’
This foe and your fear you will face.
And when that task is done
Yes when that task is done:
There is more
Oh Candle maker, your life is but a spark
You must prove yourself when the hour is dark
Go north to the nearby mountain range
Spend three nights in a castle strange
Demons you will face
For your heart they will race
And try to turn your soul to the black
You must do no wrong
And stay there o’er long
Else you will not ever make it back.
And when that task is done
Yes when that task is done:
There is more
Oh Candle maker, your life is but a spark
You must prove yourself when the hour is dark
The next quest you might think is a piddle
But it is the toughest, because it is a riddle;
To pass this last test
This is my request
Answer me the question that follows:
What is the greatest thing
That soothes and causes sting
And fills you up when you are hollow?
And when this task is done
And when this task is done
Come back to me.
Song Six: I Will (Claudio)
I will do anything to be with her
She is the meaning of my life
I will do anything just to be with her
Make her my wife.
To be with her I must leave her now
Leave the meaning of my life;
Without her I will be empty inside
My heart is rife… with sadness.
But one day I will return
Who I am the world will learn;
They will drink to my health til their fill
Will you step up? He asks
Will you complete these tasks
My Lord for her hand you know I will.
I will
Story: Claudio is out on the road. There he meets an old woman who is beset upon by rogues. With his trust walking staff he beats off the robbers and they flee. He patches her up, using some melted wax to staunch her cuts and honey he gives her for ailments. (He has brought with him the things he knows how to use, beeswax, honey, a lot of string for the wick and candles).
The old lady blesses him. In the morning they go their separate ways.
The very next day Claudio finds the cave. It is marked with the bones of heroes. He climbs down into the tunnel, using a candle to light the way.
Song Seven: Little Light (Claudio)
Little candle I depend on you
To light my way in this cave;
As long as the light comes from you
I know I can be brave.
The drafts cause your light to waver
As my courage seems to want to do
But as long as you shine I will be strong
My courage comes from you.
Oh little light, live inside me
Brighten up my darkest hour;
Oh little light shine inside me
Lend me power.
Little light shine the way
Light me on my path;
Lest I face danger in the darkness
Lest the darkness show its wrath.
Oh little light, live inside me
Brighten up my darkest hour;
Oh little light shine inside me
Lend me power.
Story: Claudio finds the dragons’ den. There is a struggle. Claudio manages to burn the eyes of the dragon with his candle, and choke it with his string. (Hey, it’s a story about the power of love okay?).
Thus is the first task done.
From there Claudio makes his way to the mountains. In the Mountains he finds a woman of middle age being held captive by robbers. He creates various traps using his strong as wire wick string and using various vocal distractions manages to capture the robbers.
He frees the woman of middle age. Again giving her a portion of his honey for nourishment. They fall asleep around the camp fire and in the morning both woman and robbers are gone.
Claudio continues his trip until he finds the Castle in the Mountains.
Song Eight: Endure (Claudio)
This place is dark and cold
It makes my bones feel old
Until I am not sure who I am.
Will I regret my choice
When first I hear a voice
A voice of doubt doubting who I am.
Even now I hear them
Even now I fear them
Voices in the dark muttering
But I must endure
For of my love I’m sure
My heart is no flame to be a’ sputtering.
I know I am the fella
For my Isabella
Her hand I will have with me one day
It will be no hassle
To be in this haunted Castle
Why t’is only for three days I must stay.
But even now I hear them
Even now I fear them
Voices in the dark muttering
But I must endure
For of my love I’m sure
My heart is no flame to be a’ sputtering.
Story: Claudio stays in the castle for three days. There are times he fears he is going mad, and he is tempted to leave. There are times he is tempted by demons of lovely visage, times he is frightened by demons of terrible visage. But his love holds firm. On the third day, when all is quiet, he knows he is able to leave.
He is a changed man. Stronger. Quieter. His love for Isabella is stronger than ever.
But now is the third and hardest of challenges. The riddle. All the while he has travelled the demesne of his lord he has thought up on it, but no answer has come to him. He wanders the land scouring for answers.
Song Nine: Where Is He Now/Where is She Now (Isabella & Claudio)
Isabella’s Part
I look up at the stars tonight
I feel the world is somehow just not right;
I miss the world he showed me with his light.
I wonder where his is now.
The days pass me ever so slow
My heart is barren as a winter’s snow
But I will stay strong, my feelings I’ll not show
I wonder where he is right now.
The suitors they still come to my door
Saying that you are a failure and you’re poor.
Each day my heart yearns for you more
I wonder where he is right now.
Claudio’s Part
I look up at the stars tonight
I feel the world is somehow just not right;
I miss the world she showed me with her light.
I wonder where she is now.
The days pass me ever so slow
My heart is barren as a winter’s snow
But I will stay strong, my feelings I’ll not show
I wonder where she is right now.
The suitors they still come to your door
Saying that I am a failure because I am poor.
Each day my heart yearns for you more
I wonder where she is right now.
Story: Claudio continues to wander the land, he has adventures and helps many people, making friends wherever he goes. For the third time he comes upon a lovely young woman captured by bandits. With a sword he found in the castle and has learned to use he fends off the robbers and frees the girl. They spend the night at the campfire and Claudio relates to her his quest and his story.
Then a strange thing happens. The young woman turns into the middle aged woman he rescued, and then into the crone. She reveals that she is the three fates, and in order for him to overcome the place that fate had decreed him to live, he must prove exceptional. With his rescuing and aiding the three various women he has proved his mettle.
As they fade into the night the lovely young woman whispers:
"What is it that soothes and causes sting
And fills you up when you are hollow?
The answer is love"
Song Ten: The Answer is Love (Claudio)
What is it that picks you up when you are down?
What is it that can erase away your frown
What is it that can lift a mountain up and drop it down?
The answer is love.
What is it, that fills me up inside
Making me feel I could cross the whole world wide
Making me feel so beautiful inside
The answer is love
What is it that fills me up when I am hollow
Under whose banner would I not hesitate to follow?
I shine inside with you, I shine like Apollo.
The answer is love.
Story: Claudio returns to the court of the Lord. He is dressed in disguise. Another suitor has arrived for the hand of Isabella. The Lord will not allow the suit until there is proof that Claudio has died. He gives Claudio 3 days to present himself. Claudio jumps forth, claiming he does not need these 3 days.
Song 11: I am Here, I am Me, We are meant to be (Claudio)
I am here.
I am Me
We are meant to be.
Here’s the horn from the dragon
I took it from his head
Here’s the horn from the dragon
That I killed and left for dead.
I am here
I am Me. we are meant to be.
Here’s the proof I did stay
In the castle for three days
I saw many things and my hairs turned to grey
But I stayed.
I am here.
I am me
We are meant to be.
My lord you spoke true
For the hardest thing, twas true
I looked low, I looked high, below and above
But the answer to your riddle, it is love.
I am here.
I am Me
We are meant to be.
Story: The court has heard the tales of Claudio’s deeds and he has won their hearts. The Lord too has heard tales of his deed and knows he is worthy of Isabella, who’s face is shining with joy that Claudio has returned.
Song Twelve: Happiness (Isabella)
It does not matter to me who you seem to be;
I look inside of you, and beauty is what I see
But the world needs to think you enough for me.
You have returned and no happier could I be.
We will live together as one
We will live together til our lives are done.
I am happiest now that you’re with me.
I am happier than I could ever be.
The world now knows what I knew all along
To make you prove yourself may have been wrong.
But the world knows you are brave and strong.
And I knew that all along.
(Claudio Joins)
We will live together as one
We will live together til our lives are done.
I am happiest now that you’re with me.
I am happier than I could ever be.
Story: He marries the lord’s daughter and remains a hero in the land. Their lives are troubled from time to time, by things internal and factors external, but they stay together, for they love each other.
The End
Oh, and its long.
***
The Opera of Candles
It is a story of love.
A young candle maker named Claudio falls in love with his Lord’s daughter Isabella. In order to win her hand he must complete three quests. He goes through the trials and finds an inner strength he never knew he possessed and an ingenuity he’d never needed to use.
Song One: From A far (Claudio)
I see you there, a distant star
I will love you from a far;
I’m not good enough to be there where you are
I will love you from a far.
You light my world from so far away
By your side is where I long to stay;
If I was by your side, I would never stray
You light my world from so far away.
You and I we are not meant to be
We may as well be separated by the sea;
You are a Lady, and I am only me
You and I we are not meant to be.
I see you there a distant star
I will love you, if only from afar.
I am not good enough to be there where you are
I will love you from afar.
Story: Despite knowing he should stay away, Claudio cannot help himself. He makes coloured candles and poems professing his love, and leaves them where Isabella will find them.
Song Two: Who Are You (Isabella)
Every day I walk, wherever I walk
To avoid the endless people who wish to talk;
Sometimes all I want to do is to be alone
But I am a Lady; I cannot be on my own.
Until I find your gift, your gift of light.
It brings hope to me in the darkest night.
I dream the dreams of when you’ll hold me tight
Such dreams turn my days to bright.
Chorus:
Oh Who are you? That you would do such for me!
I know not who you are, or can we come to be?
Such beauty in this candle, is from your soul
Oh who are you out there to make me whole.
Every day I walk, wherever I walk
To avoid the endless people who wish to talk;
Sometimes all I want to do is to be alone
But I am a Lady, I cannot be on my own.
Story: Isabella discovers the identity of her would be love. She knows that her father would never allow them to be married, but she has fallen in love with the beauty of Claudio’s soul. She leaves him a letter professing her love for him. Claudio finds the letter.
Song Three: All this Written Down. (Claudio & Isabella together)
Dear Claudio, I know your face
I never dreamt to find you in this place;
You are noble, if only in my eyes
Your visage, brightens up my skies.
We come from a different world
You are a low born boy, me a high born girl
But love will overcome these mountains high
The way is rough, but oh please won’t you try.
Tell my father, that you wish for my hand
Tell him that you will go out and rid the land.
Of dangers three, tasks you must complete.
And then for my hand, then you will entreat.
Dear Claudio. I know your face
Come rescue me from the doldrums of this place.
Your very nature makes a smile out of my frown
Oh Claudio, all this I’ve written down.
Story: Claudio goes to the court of his would be lover’s father and there asks for his daughter’s hand.
Song Four: Dear Lord (Claudio)
Dear Lord, I have seen a vision
Dear Lord, I would suffer your derision
Dear Lord, I am yours to command
Dear Lord, I ask but your daughter’s hand.
(Crowd gasps at his audacity).
Dear Sir, I am low burn but no churl
Dear Sir, This plan I do unfurl
Dear Sir, name me these tasks three
Dear Sir, and then you will see… that I am worthy.
Story: Lord looks to his daughter and sees her approval. He loves his daughter and if she wants this he is willing, but he will not see his daughter married to someone who is not worthy.
Song Five: These three tasks (the Lord)
Oh Candle maker, your life is but a spark
You must prove yourself when the hour is dark
In the mines, south outside of town
Is a foe that has brought many heroes down.
Climb down the tunnel
Your courage you must funnel
Stick it to that sticking place
Defeat there the villain
That for years has been chillin’
This foe and your fear you will face.
And when that task is done
Yes when that task is done:
There is more
Oh Candle maker, your life is but a spark
You must prove yourself when the hour is dark
Go north to the nearby mountain range
Spend three nights in a castle strange
Demons you will face
For your heart they will race
And try to turn your soul to the black
You must do no wrong
And stay there o’er long
Else you will not ever make it back.
And when that task is done
Yes when that task is done:
There is more
Oh Candle maker, your life is but a spark
You must prove yourself when the hour is dark
The next quest you might think is a piddle
But it is the toughest, because it is a riddle;
To pass this last test
This is my request
Answer me the question that follows:
What is the greatest thing
That soothes and causes sting
And fills you up when you are hollow?
And when this task is done
And when this task is done
Come back to me.
Song Six: I Will (Claudio)
I will do anything to be with her
She is the meaning of my life
I will do anything just to be with her
Make her my wife.
To be with her I must leave her now
Leave the meaning of my life;
Without her I will be empty inside
My heart is rife… with sadness.
But one day I will return
Who I am the world will learn;
They will drink to my health til their fill
Will you step up? He asks
Will you complete these tasks
My Lord for her hand you know I will.
I will
Story: Claudio is out on the road. There he meets an old woman who is beset upon by rogues. With his trust walking staff he beats off the robbers and they flee. He patches her up, using some melted wax to staunch her cuts and honey he gives her for ailments. (He has brought with him the things he knows how to use, beeswax, honey, a lot of string for the wick and candles).
The old lady blesses him. In the morning they go their separate ways.
The very next day Claudio finds the cave. It is marked with the bones of heroes. He climbs down into the tunnel, using a candle to light the way.
Song Seven: Little Light (Claudio)
Little candle I depend on you
To light my way in this cave;
As long as the light comes from you
I know I can be brave.
The drafts cause your light to waver
As my courage seems to want to do
But as long as you shine I will be strong
My courage comes from you.
Oh little light, live inside me
Brighten up my darkest hour;
Oh little light shine inside me
Lend me power.
Little light shine the way
Light me on my path;
Lest I face danger in the darkness
Lest the darkness show its wrath.
Oh little light, live inside me
Brighten up my darkest hour;
Oh little light shine inside me
Lend me power.
Story: Claudio finds the dragons’ den. There is a struggle. Claudio manages to burn the eyes of the dragon with his candle, and choke it with his string. (Hey, it’s a story about the power of love okay?).
Thus is the first task done.
From there Claudio makes his way to the mountains. In the Mountains he finds a woman of middle age being held captive by robbers. He creates various traps using his strong as wire wick string and using various vocal distractions manages to capture the robbers.
He frees the woman of middle age. Again giving her a portion of his honey for nourishment. They fall asleep around the camp fire and in the morning both woman and robbers are gone.
Claudio continues his trip until he finds the Castle in the Mountains.
Song Eight: Endure (Claudio)
This place is dark and cold
It makes my bones feel old
Until I am not sure who I am.
Will I regret my choice
When first I hear a voice
A voice of doubt doubting who I am.
Even now I hear them
Even now I fear them
Voices in the dark muttering
But I must endure
For of my love I’m sure
My heart is no flame to be a’ sputtering.
I know I am the fella
For my Isabella
Her hand I will have with me one day
It will be no hassle
To be in this haunted Castle
Why t’is only for three days I must stay.
But even now I hear them
Even now I fear them
Voices in the dark muttering
But I must endure
For of my love I’m sure
My heart is no flame to be a’ sputtering.
Story: Claudio stays in the castle for three days. There are times he fears he is going mad, and he is tempted to leave. There are times he is tempted by demons of lovely visage, times he is frightened by demons of terrible visage. But his love holds firm. On the third day, when all is quiet, he knows he is able to leave.
He is a changed man. Stronger. Quieter. His love for Isabella is stronger than ever.
But now is the third and hardest of challenges. The riddle. All the while he has travelled the demesne of his lord he has thought up on it, but no answer has come to him. He wanders the land scouring for answers.
Song Nine: Where Is He Now/Where is She Now (Isabella & Claudio)
Isabella’s Part
I look up at the stars tonight
I feel the world is somehow just not right;
I miss the world he showed me with his light.
I wonder where his is now.
The days pass me ever so slow
My heart is barren as a winter’s snow
But I will stay strong, my feelings I’ll not show
I wonder where he is right now.
The suitors they still come to my door
Saying that you are a failure and you’re poor.
Each day my heart yearns for you more
I wonder where he is right now.
Claudio’s Part
I look up at the stars tonight
I feel the world is somehow just not right;
I miss the world she showed me with her light.
I wonder where she is now.
The days pass me ever so slow
My heart is barren as a winter’s snow
But I will stay strong, my feelings I’ll not show
I wonder where she is right now.
The suitors they still come to your door
Saying that I am a failure because I am poor.
Each day my heart yearns for you more
I wonder where she is right now.
Story: Claudio continues to wander the land, he has adventures and helps many people, making friends wherever he goes. For the third time he comes upon a lovely young woman captured by bandits. With a sword he found in the castle and has learned to use he fends off the robbers and frees the girl. They spend the night at the campfire and Claudio relates to her his quest and his story.
Then a strange thing happens. The young woman turns into the middle aged woman he rescued, and then into the crone. She reveals that she is the three fates, and in order for him to overcome the place that fate had decreed him to live, he must prove exceptional. With his rescuing and aiding the three various women he has proved his mettle.
As they fade into the night the lovely young woman whispers:
"What is it that soothes and causes sting
And fills you up when you are hollow?
The answer is love"
Song Ten: The Answer is Love (Claudio)
What is it that picks you up when you are down?
What is it that can erase away your frown
What is it that can lift a mountain up and drop it down?
The answer is love.
What is it, that fills me up inside
Making me feel I could cross the whole world wide
Making me feel so beautiful inside
The answer is love
What is it that fills me up when I am hollow
Under whose banner would I not hesitate to follow?
I shine inside with you, I shine like Apollo.
The answer is love.
Story: Claudio returns to the court of the Lord. He is dressed in disguise. Another suitor has arrived for the hand of Isabella. The Lord will not allow the suit until there is proof that Claudio has died. He gives Claudio 3 days to present himself. Claudio jumps forth, claiming he does not need these 3 days.
Song 11: I am Here, I am Me, We are meant to be (Claudio)
I am here.
I am Me
We are meant to be.
Here’s the horn from the dragon
I took it from his head
Here’s the horn from the dragon
That I killed and left for dead.
I am here
I am Me. we are meant to be.
Here’s the proof I did stay
In the castle for three days
I saw many things and my hairs turned to grey
But I stayed.
I am here.
I am me
We are meant to be.
My lord you spoke true
For the hardest thing, twas true
I looked low, I looked high, below and above
But the answer to your riddle, it is love.
I am here.
I am Me
We are meant to be.
Story: The court has heard the tales of Claudio’s deeds and he has won their hearts. The Lord too has heard tales of his deed and knows he is worthy of Isabella, who’s face is shining with joy that Claudio has returned.
Song Twelve: Happiness (Isabella)
It does not matter to me who you seem to be;
I look inside of you, and beauty is what I see
But the world needs to think you enough for me.
You have returned and no happier could I be.
We will live together as one
We will live together til our lives are done.
I am happiest now that you’re with me.
I am happier than I could ever be.
The world now knows what I knew all along
To make you prove yourself may have been wrong.
But the world knows you are brave and strong.
And I knew that all along.
(Claudio Joins)
We will live together as one
We will live together til our lives are done.
I am happiest now that you’re with me.
I am happier than I could ever be.
Story: He marries the lord’s daughter and remains a hero in the land. Their lives are troubled from time to time, by things internal and factors external, but they stay together, for they love each other.
The End
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Travelling Down the Ol' Root Canal - Part One
So Saturday of this past week I got to experience a root canal.
I don't like dentists. Okay, let me rephrase that: as people I'm sure dentists are nice (although anyone who wants to stick their fingers in someone's mouth for a living maybe has a few deep rooted issues (ba dum ching)). What I mean to say is: I don't like going to the dentist.
But a month or so ago I found myself going to the dentist for a cleaning. Lo and behold, at said checkup, which I'll admit was a couple of years spaced from the previous, the dentist told me I have a walloping infection in one of my molar bears.
"Root Canal" he says, cavalierly. "Gonna have to get in thar partnar and cut that thar infection out." (He didn't really talk like that, but dentist speak is boring unless you give it some flavor). "I'll see ye in about a month, ye land lubber." (He really did say that.... okay, not really).
Okay, let's sum up. So I hate going to the dentist. I went. I saw. I had problem. I have to have a root canal.
Let's think this over, Mr. Dentist. You know its been a couple of years since my last checkup, now you're going to tell me that I have to have the dental operation feared far and wide across the land, and then give me a month to think about that? Nice. You might see me. You might.
But as they say, the only thing to fear is fear itself. Fear and Dentists. Fear and dentists and truck drivers. Fear and dentists and truck drivers and yellow balloons (I don't trust them). Fear and dentists and truck drivers and yellow balloons and tarantulas, and platypus, hoola hoops and a myriad of other things I do not understand.
For a month I feared. But my mantra in times of Terrible Trouble and Strife the Undesired is: "I can put up with anything for an hour." If the undesired event is a day, that's just 24 hours - 24 one hours I can put with.
Short story long. I went to the appointment.
I love how they have music in dentist chairs. It's hard to hear anything over the sound of that drill. And then watching him stick those little files in - that was fun.
The upside to this: apparently the infection was impacting my sinuses which should go back to something resembling normality soon. Oh the other upside is that this dentist put my bite back to the way it always was, which the last "dentist"(this past dentist was really just a hack with pointy things). The downside to that is my jaw is sitting differently, so ever since the appointment I've had a killer headache. But I think I'm finally starting to adjust.
Stay tuned: a couple of weeks from now I get to have part two of the procedure. That's right, more waiting. But what do we say people? That's right: we can put up with anything for an hour.
I don't like dentists. Okay, let me rephrase that: as people I'm sure dentists are nice (although anyone who wants to stick their fingers in someone's mouth for a living maybe has a few deep rooted issues (ba dum ching)). What I mean to say is: I don't like going to the dentist.
But a month or so ago I found myself going to the dentist for a cleaning. Lo and behold, at said checkup, which I'll admit was a couple of years spaced from the previous, the dentist told me I have a walloping infection in one of my molar bears.
"Root Canal" he says, cavalierly. "Gonna have to get in thar partnar and cut that thar infection out." (He didn't really talk like that, but dentist speak is boring unless you give it some flavor). "I'll see ye in about a month, ye land lubber." (He really did say that.... okay, not really).
Okay, let's sum up. So I hate going to the dentist. I went. I saw. I had problem. I have to have a root canal.
Let's think this over, Mr. Dentist. You know its been a couple of years since my last checkup, now you're going to tell me that I have to have the dental operation feared far and wide across the land, and then give me a month to think about that? Nice. You might see me. You might.
But as they say, the only thing to fear is fear itself. Fear and Dentists. Fear and dentists and truck drivers. Fear and dentists and truck drivers and yellow balloons (I don't trust them). Fear and dentists and truck drivers and yellow balloons and tarantulas, and platypus, hoola hoops and a myriad of other things I do not understand.
For a month I feared. But my mantra in times of Terrible Trouble and Strife the Undesired is: "I can put up with anything for an hour." If the undesired event is a day, that's just 24 hours - 24 one hours I can put with.
Short story long. I went to the appointment.
I love how they have music in dentist chairs. It's hard to hear anything over the sound of that drill. And then watching him stick those little files in - that was fun.
The upside to this: apparently the infection was impacting my sinuses which should go back to something resembling normality soon. Oh the other upside is that this dentist put my bite back to the way it always was, which the last "dentist"(this past dentist was really just a hack with pointy things). The downside to that is my jaw is sitting differently, so ever since the appointment I've had a killer headache. But I think I'm finally starting to adjust.
Stay tuned: a couple of weeks from now I get to have part two of the procedure. That's right, more waiting. But what do we say people? That's right: we can put up with anything for an hour.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Say what you mean
It's Monday.
It's Monday at 7:46am.
It's Monday at 7:46am and I'm reading commercial leases. Have you ever read a commercial lease? My sympathy if you have. It's brutal. The first heretofore and thereafters I come across, my mind is off wandering in the Elysian fields, dancing with the dryads, having tea with Persephone.
But this is what I do. I read leases. Not because I want to, but because they're paying me for it.
The language of the lease is an interesting thing. For a document designed to set in stone the terms, rights and obligations of 2 or more parties, the complete lack of clarity is both disheartening and disconcerting. Would it not be too much to ask for someone to write: if you let me use your 1300 square feet, I will pay you the following amount monthly, let's say $18/sf. I will take care not to damage it. If the inside breaks, I'll fix it. If the outside breaks you fix it. If this works well we'll do it again in a few years. Right there I've covered the lease amounts, the responsibilities for each party and the option to renew.
I didn't use a single hitherto.... I know somewhere out there some lawyer's going to read this and say: "Crap, heretofore and thereafter, this man or men is on to, around, in on, over and above and thereafter all prepositions, us (by us we mean in no way any of the members of this cotillion that could be construed as a conspiracy, grouping or get together), therefore, and heretofore thereafter for the duration of reasonable longevity, we should (by should conferring no obligation to the reader, listener or all other affected parties) endeavor (by endeavour meaning attempt or try but conveying no actual responsibility for any who have endeavoured to attempt) to (by to, meaning... well to) get him (by get him meaning to dispose of, but heretofore and thereafter accepting no legal limitations or responsibilities for any and all parties previously, presently or futuristically involved or not involved in any "getting" of him).
I also think it would be fun (where fun means significantly better (where significantly better implies a degree of "betterness" heretofore... crap... its catching... sorry)) if they had someone like Stephen King or Tom Clancy write these leases. "The Lease" By Stephen King has a ring to it.
A Pox Upon Leases
A pox upon leases and the language they use
To read it is surely intellectual abuse;
(Like reading this poem, no doubt some will say
To them I say "Screw you! Please go away!")
The language is garbage, some serious midden;
And you know inside it some bad stuff is hidden.
In signing a piece, or this document whole,
You may find you've signed away your sole.
But don't worry at all, cause a sole's just a fish
If you gave that away, why its just one dish!
It's not like you gave away turkey or ham
It's just one supper, just have PB & Jam.
So hereafter I accept no legal tender
For the above written poem I tried to render;
The reader's responsible for the use of his* eyes
Ah ha! I fooled you! This was a lease in disguise!
*Unless otherwise specified, words importing the singular include the plural and vice versa and words importing gender include all genders.
It's Monday at 7:46am.
It's Monday at 7:46am and I'm reading commercial leases. Have you ever read a commercial lease? My sympathy if you have. It's brutal. The first heretofore and thereafters I come across, my mind is off wandering in the Elysian fields, dancing with the dryads, having tea with Persephone.
But this is what I do. I read leases. Not because I want to, but because they're paying me for it.
The language of the lease is an interesting thing. For a document designed to set in stone the terms, rights and obligations of 2 or more parties, the complete lack of clarity is both disheartening and disconcerting. Would it not be too much to ask for someone to write: if you let me use your 1300 square feet, I will pay you the following amount monthly, let's say $18/sf. I will take care not to damage it. If the inside breaks, I'll fix it. If the outside breaks you fix it. If this works well we'll do it again in a few years. Right there I've covered the lease amounts, the responsibilities for each party and the option to renew.
I didn't use a single hitherto.... I know somewhere out there some lawyer's going to read this and say: "Crap, heretofore and thereafter, this man or men is on to, around, in on, over and above and thereafter all prepositions, us (by us we mean in no way any of the members of this cotillion that could be construed as a conspiracy, grouping or get together), therefore, and heretofore thereafter for the duration of reasonable longevity, we should (by should conferring no obligation to the reader, listener or all other affected parties) endeavor (by endeavour meaning attempt or try but conveying no actual responsibility for any who have endeavoured to attempt) to (by to, meaning... well to) get him (by get him meaning to dispose of, but heretofore and thereafter accepting no legal limitations or responsibilities for any and all parties previously, presently or futuristically involved or not involved in any "getting" of him).
I also think it would be fun (where fun means significantly better (where significantly better implies a degree of "betterness" heretofore... crap... its catching... sorry)) if they had someone like Stephen King or Tom Clancy write these leases. "The Lease" By Stephen King has a ring to it.
A Pox Upon Leases
A pox upon leases and the language they use
To read it is surely intellectual abuse;
(Like reading this poem, no doubt some will say
To them I say "Screw you! Please go away!")
The language is garbage, some serious midden;
And you know inside it some bad stuff is hidden.
In signing a piece, or this document whole,
You may find you've signed away your sole.
But don't worry at all, cause a sole's just a fish
If you gave that away, why its just one dish!
It's not like you gave away turkey or ham
It's just one supper, just have PB & Jam.
So hereafter I accept no legal tender
For the above written poem I tried to render;
The reader's responsible for the use of his* eyes
Ah ha! I fooled you! This was a lease in disguise!
*Unless otherwise specified, words importing the singular include the plural and vice versa and words importing gender include all genders.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Flotsam & Jetsam
Named after my favorite chapter in Lord of the Rings. I believe it;s in The Two Towers, in the chapter where Merry & Pippin are reunited with Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas:
1) There is always one car accident in Surrey. There is only one car accident in Surrey. This phenomenon (doo doo de doo doo) is known as the roving Surrey accident (RSA). You can hear reports about it on the news in the morning. The newsies will try and tell you that there's more than one accident in Surrey, but those are but pale shadows, of the cause, but not the cause itself. The RSA is like Amber (Roger Zelazney), the original world from which all other Shadows are cast.
2) In the same way that I do not believe in math, I do not believe that man is ready to discover life on other planets. I'm not saying that there isn't life on other planets. But if you see those specials Discovery runs, you know those shows where they vow to uncover the truth but basically argue right down the middle of a topic and say nothing worth listening too (oh, and its accompanied by dramatizations of what it would look like if it had happened... ah CG.. the blessing and the curse of the modern world), most of those types of shows look at other planets in space and use the presence or non-presence of water as a jumping off point for life. Who's to say that in order for life to occur it needs water? Sure, life as we know it needs water, but if life exists on another planet its going to have to deal with its own separate atmospheric difficulties and therefore might not be "as we know it." We're not looking for life on other planets. We're looking for us.
3) This morning I got stuck behind the one motorcyclist who obeys the speed limit. How'd the heck did that happen?
And because I can, here's some haiku on various subjects:
Coffee
Drinking bitter brew,
Time on caffienated wings
Flies, the day has passed.
Monitor Risers
Hold up small Atlas
The world I see before me
Rests on your shoulders.
Binders
Three Ringed manacle
Holding paper fast within.
I am organized.
Banker's Boxes
A misnomer here,
I looked inside this product.
There was no banker!
Time
This is pretty much just a quote from Farscape. Season Four. A discussion between Einstein and John Crichton. It's always stuck with me.
Time Flies, Time Bandits
Time wounds all heals. Rosemary
And Time. Time ends. Time.
1) There is always one car accident in Surrey. There is only one car accident in Surrey. This phenomenon (doo doo de doo doo) is known as the roving Surrey accident (RSA). You can hear reports about it on the news in the morning. The newsies will try and tell you that there's more than one accident in Surrey, but those are but pale shadows, of the cause, but not the cause itself. The RSA is like Amber (Roger Zelazney), the original world from which all other Shadows are cast.
2) In the same way that I do not believe in math, I do not believe that man is ready to discover life on other planets. I'm not saying that there isn't life on other planets. But if you see those specials Discovery runs, you know those shows where they vow to uncover the truth but basically argue right down the middle of a topic and say nothing worth listening too (oh, and its accompanied by dramatizations of what it would look like if it had happened... ah CG.. the blessing and the curse of the modern world), most of those types of shows look at other planets in space and use the presence or non-presence of water as a jumping off point for life. Who's to say that in order for life to occur it needs water? Sure, life as we know it needs water, but if life exists on another planet its going to have to deal with its own separate atmospheric difficulties and therefore might not be "as we know it." We're not looking for life on other planets. We're looking for us.
3) This morning I got stuck behind the one motorcyclist who obeys the speed limit. How'd the heck did that happen?
And because I can, here's some haiku on various subjects:
Coffee
Drinking bitter brew,
Time on caffienated wings
Flies, the day has passed.
Monitor Risers
Hold up small Atlas
The world I see before me
Rests on your shoulders.
Binders
Three Ringed manacle
Holding paper fast within.
I am organized.
Banker's Boxes
A misnomer here,
I looked inside this product.
There was no banker!
Time
This is pretty much just a quote from Farscape. Season Four. A discussion between Einstein and John Crichton. It's always stuck with me.
Time Flies, Time Bandits
Time wounds all heals. Rosemary
And Time. Time ends. Time.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Time x 2
Here's a little logic puzzle.
I spend too much time in traffic.
I carpool with my wife.
I do not spend too much time with my wife.
The lesson? Perception. I like my wife. Time passess swiftly on the wings of cherubs in her presence. Conversely, (that's an interesting word now that I write it... wasn't there Converse sneakers? To what were they converse ? Adidas? Nike?) I detest traffic. A minute in the car stuck in traffic feels like an hour I'll never get back. Two vastly different experiences experienced at the same time.
It all comes down to perception. But its not just perception. It's mood. Mood comes before perception. And then there are events. Events shape moods. So its a circle: Events shape Moods --> Moods shape Perception --> Perception shapes Events --> Set Moods and so on. It's not a vicious circle, but its not the type of circle you invite home for tea and to meet the parents either.
What's the point of all of this? If you're evil dingo you'll say I have no point, and you just might be right. I'm trying to figure out why my mood's been so fowl as of late (spelling intentional) and foul as well. Most likely I just need a vacation.
Anyway, here's today's stupid poem.
An Ode to the Swingline (Stapler)
A staple in the office environment
Somewhere the squirrels make merry,
Romping under trees with cheeks of cherry.
I, however, feel sometimes as if a fetter
Cuffed me, in the form of a PC Load Letter;
Where might I find a brace for my sanity?
Or is this merely an instance of vanity?
Its then I dwell upon it, a tool that will bless
My desktop, performing its duty, bunching up less;
It does not complain, it does not judge,
And there’s rarely a day it refuses to budge;
No bunched up staple marring its work;
And the gleaming redness, that’s a perk!
You cannot have it! No way! It’s mine!
I’m speaking of course of my Swingline,
A stapler of gods if they needed to staple
(Maybe that’s why the leaves stick to the maple
Trees); were I to move my desk eight times
I would not, dare not, leave it behind.
So the next time sitting in your seat
Feeling tired, down and beat,
All you need is to look around;
For that which every day you yourself push down;
Ask yourself why it feels no pain;
Swingline staples, and does not complain!
*Oh yeah, the fowl spelling... I started work on a movie about carnivorous chickens, I'm calling it The Flock... I was also considering Chickens! Run!
I spend too much time in traffic.
I carpool with my wife.
I do not spend too much time with my wife.
The lesson? Perception. I like my wife. Time passess swiftly on the wings of cherubs in her presence. Conversely, (that's an interesting word now that I write it... wasn't there Converse sneakers? To what were they converse ? Adidas? Nike?) I detest traffic. A minute in the car stuck in traffic feels like an hour I'll never get back. Two vastly different experiences experienced at the same time.
It all comes down to perception. But its not just perception. It's mood. Mood comes before perception. And then there are events. Events shape moods. So its a circle: Events shape Moods --> Moods shape Perception --> Perception shapes Events --> Set Moods and so on. It's not a vicious circle, but its not the type of circle you invite home for tea and to meet the parents either.
What's the point of all of this? If you're evil dingo you'll say I have no point, and you just might be right. I'm trying to figure out why my mood's been so fowl as of late (spelling intentional) and foul as well. Most likely I just need a vacation.
Anyway, here's today's stupid poem.
An Ode to the Swingline (Stapler)
A staple in the office environment
Somewhere the squirrels make merry,
Romping under trees with cheeks of cherry.
I, however, feel sometimes as if a fetter
Cuffed me, in the form of a PC Load Letter;
Where might I find a brace for my sanity?
Or is this merely an instance of vanity?
Its then I dwell upon it, a tool that will bless
My desktop, performing its duty, bunching up less;
It does not complain, it does not judge,
And there’s rarely a day it refuses to budge;
No bunched up staple marring its work;
And the gleaming redness, that’s a perk!
You cannot have it! No way! It’s mine!
I’m speaking of course of my Swingline,
A stapler of gods if they needed to staple
(Maybe that’s why the leaves stick to the maple
Trees); were I to move my desk eight times
I would not, dare not, leave it behind.
So the next time sitting in your seat
Feeling tired, down and beat,
All you need is to look around;
For that which every day you yourself push down;
Ask yourself why it feels no pain;
Swingline staples, and does not complain!
*Oh yeah, the fowl spelling... I started work on a movie about carnivorous chickens, I'm calling it The Flock... I was also considering Chickens! Run!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Burn Baby Burn
So I'm playing volleyball yesterday, having a blast. The complex where I work is holding a volleyball tournament. We lost, but it was close. About 25 minutes into the game that I started to feel it. It wasn't an all of a sudden thing, just a niggling thought in the back of my brain.
When the game was over, the thought came full to the front of my head. I was going to sunburn. That's one of those "Thanks a lot Mr. Too Late Now Brain" moments. Sure enough by the end of the day I was burnt, tired and getting kind of pissed.
And then my sandal broke. Those things have been hanging on for years and I shouldn't be surprised that they broke. But when something's been the way it has been for 3 years, that's the way it is, so when it broke I was indeed p.o'd. If there's one thing both Theseus and I can tell you... a sword and a good pair of shows can go a long way.
A Lament for a Broken Shoe
Even now you sit in the garbage bin,
In a fit of rage I threw you in;
But now I sit here and despair
For I could have taken you for repair!
Three years and more you gave to me
How could I treat you so savagely?
Velcro straps to hold in place,
Done up tightly lest I need to race.
I treated broken the same as brother,
Threw them both out, I'll get another
Pair, at some shoe store this week;
For just the right pair I must seek.
Until such time, this is what I do
Sit and lament, for my broken shoe.
When the game was over, the thought came full to the front of my head. I was going to sunburn. That's one of those "Thanks a lot Mr. Too Late Now Brain" moments. Sure enough by the end of the day I was burnt, tired and getting kind of pissed.
And then my sandal broke. Those things have been hanging on for years and I shouldn't be surprised that they broke. But when something's been the way it has been for 3 years, that's the way it is, so when it broke I was indeed p.o'd. If there's one thing both Theseus and I can tell you... a sword and a good pair of shows can go a long way.
A Lament for a Broken Shoe
Even now you sit in the garbage bin,
In a fit of rage I threw you in;
But now I sit here and despair
For I could have taken you for repair!
Three years and more you gave to me
How could I treat you so savagely?
Velcro straps to hold in place,
Done up tightly lest I need to race.
I treated broken the same as brother,
Threw them both out, I'll get another
Pair, at some shoe store this week;
For just the right pair I must seek.
Until such time, this is what I do
Sit and lament, for my broken shoe.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
A Pox Upon the Chaos Gremlins
I'm sitting at work here and it looks like a tree exploded on my desk. It's been like this for weeks and the only reason I hesitate to clean it is the fact that when I do it will be about 10 minutes before the chaos gremlins come back and mess everything up again.
Nevertheless, if I want to get anything done today, I'm going to have to straighten up this desk. But before I do...
A Pox Upon the Chaos Gremlins
Doltish Gremlin, I hate thee!
Infamously, thou hast wrought chaos upon my place of work.
Now, I hate thee not like I hate that evil dingo
Git, that howls ceaselessly against his fetters
O'er moaning insults at his intellectual betters.
Still, whilst I sit at my desk, needing order,
Understanding that on the border
Chaos and Creativity struggle, an internal
Kinetic reaction that leads to creation
Sometimes also to internal lamentation.
May I now describe to you these Gremlins?
Oh they are wiley, perverse, and hail from the Kremlin.
Nay, not the Kremlin! Yes, tis so!
Kant-ish they are in attitude, yet defy reason.
Eyes: Fiery and buggish, like the summer season
Years touch them not, that is nature's treason.
But I am stronger than they, and will persevere.
Understanding that its the same year after year.
Tenfold will the Gremlins wreak havoc on my station;
Turn them back I must, or feel yet more frustration.
Nevertheless, if I want to get anything done today, I'm going to have to straighten up this desk. But before I do...
A Pox Upon the Chaos Gremlins
Doltish Gremlin, I hate thee!
Infamously, thou hast wrought chaos upon my place of work.
Now, I hate thee not like I hate that evil dingo
Git, that howls ceaselessly against his fetters
O'er moaning insults at his intellectual betters.
Still, whilst I sit at my desk, needing order,
Understanding that on the border
Chaos and Creativity struggle, an internal
Kinetic reaction that leads to creation
Sometimes also to internal lamentation.
May I now describe to you these Gremlins?
Oh they are wiley, perverse, and hail from the Kremlin.
Nay, not the Kremlin! Yes, tis so!
Kant-ish they are in attitude, yet defy reason.
Eyes: Fiery and buggish, like the summer season
Years touch them not, that is nature's treason.
But I am stronger than they, and will persevere.
Understanding that its the same year after year.
Tenfold will the Gremlins wreak havoc on my station;
Turn them back I must, or feel yet more frustration.
Monday, July 7, 2008
HTWAVCBH Vs The Evil Dingo
One day I sat me down to write
A word or two to describe my plight;
No Edda sure, no "Captain's Log"
Twas just an entry in my blog;
But it raised the voice of a stupid dog.
I wrote no words of true intent
No soft and silent, hoarse lament
Of days gone by in horrid sorrow;
Not weeping for today or tomorrow
No trouble, was I looking to borrow.
But in all times of idle chatter
There arise voices from the clatter;
It was as if some little boy
Had found what was his daddy's toy
"This keyboard!" it said. "I will smite joy."
Now for one such as this I think
He "smites his joy" in the bathroom sink;
A truly disgusting spectacle
And a blatant misuse of that receptacle
A thought, true story, not delectable.
A tangent that was, I apologize
For the blinding of your inner eyes,
It was coarse, true, a blatant thing so
Vile that it was worthy of the evil dingo;
Who is but a failed result of genetic bingo.
The dingo hails from Australia,
Historically a place they jail ya,
So what does this tell us of his traits?
He is leprous skank in dire straits?
Or the love slave of one Bill Gates?
He sits alone and mocks his friends
With no one there to change his Depends;
He's just some silly little griper
Sitting in his adult diaper
Paying off his karmic Pied Piper.
"I'm looking forward to Monday's Posts'
He writes and things its some silly boast.
One thing he forgets, this blog hater
That where insults go, I am greater,
His best insult is "See ya later."
Now sure the little ones must strive
Else how would they know that they're alive?
Where he's as insulting as Charo
I am the insult Kilimanjaro
Read those cards, Dingo, its your Tarot.
With you I have so much material
From your balding scalp to diseases venereal;
So write your words upon my wall
And let the insults come one and all
So the world can watch the Dingo's fall.
A word or two to describe my plight;
No Edda sure, no "Captain's Log"
Twas just an entry in my blog;
But it raised the voice of a stupid dog.
I wrote no words of true intent
No soft and silent, hoarse lament
Of days gone by in horrid sorrow;
Not weeping for today or tomorrow
No trouble, was I looking to borrow.
But in all times of idle chatter
There arise voices from the clatter;
It was as if some little boy
Had found what was his daddy's toy
"This keyboard!" it said. "I will smite joy."
Now for one such as this I think
He "smites his joy" in the bathroom sink;
A truly disgusting spectacle
And a blatant misuse of that receptacle
A thought, true story, not delectable.
A tangent that was, I apologize
For the blinding of your inner eyes,
It was coarse, true, a blatant thing so
Vile that it was worthy of the evil dingo;
Who is but a failed result of genetic bingo.
The dingo hails from Australia,
Historically a place they jail ya,
So what does this tell us of his traits?
He is leprous skank in dire straits?
Or the love slave of one Bill Gates?
He sits alone and mocks his friends
With no one there to change his Depends;
He's just some silly little griper
Sitting in his adult diaper
Paying off his karmic Pied Piper.
"I'm looking forward to Monday's Posts'
He writes and things its some silly boast.
One thing he forgets, this blog hater
That where insults go, I am greater,
His best insult is "See ya later."
Now sure the little ones must strive
Else how would they know that they're alive?
Where he's as insulting as Charo
I am the insult Kilimanjaro
Read those cards, Dingo, its your Tarot.
With you I have so much material
From your balding scalp to diseases venereal;
So write your words upon my wall
And let the insults come one and all
So the world can watch the Dingo's fall.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Little things.
So here I thought I'd be industrious and start blogging again.
Create the blog page... check
Write the first post... check
Save the first post... wrong button... oops
It's a little thing. I will overcome.
It's the little things I have to work at. The big things roll off my back, but if I'm going to go ape poo one day it will because the lead of my pencil broke.
Little things.
Create the blog page... check
Write the first post... check
Save the first post... wrong button... oops
It's a little thing. I will overcome.
It's the little things I have to work at. The big things roll off my back, but if I'm going to go ape poo one day it will because the lead of my pencil broke.
Little things.
Back?
*Gasp* IT LIVES! I thought I'd lost this post. After reading you might have wished I had
Word to the Matriarch of Your Clan
*****
Alright, its been a while since I did anything blog like.
I'll give you the straight and dirty truth about why I stopped blogging... I forgot my password. I hate passwords. The problem with passwords is that they're designed so that people won't be able to guess them, and that includes me when I forget what it was.
It's a grey Friday morning. But here's a thought. The windows in this office building are darkened, so its not as dark as I think it is. That's a metaphor for life right there. Things are never as dark as you think they are.
And because I should do something poetic... um, let's try this
An Ode to Darkness
If it were light all the time, I could not sleep
If every moment were bright, I would not dream;
If all was light there'd by more shadows to creep.
In the darkness the sounds of a babbling stream
Jump out, louder for lack of light,
Words spoken are louder at night.
Word to the Matriarch of Your Clan
*****
Alright, its been a while since I did anything blog like.
I'll give you the straight and dirty truth about why I stopped blogging... I forgot my password. I hate passwords. The problem with passwords is that they're designed so that people won't be able to guess them, and that includes me when I forget what it was.
It's a grey Friday morning. But here's a thought. The windows in this office building are darkened, so its not as dark as I think it is. That's a metaphor for life right there. Things are never as dark as you think they are.
And because I should do something poetic... um, let's try this
An Ode to Darkness
If it were light all the time, I could not sleep
If every moment were bright, I would not dream;
If all was light there'd by more shadows to creep.
In the darkness the sounds of a babbling stream
Jump out, louder for lack of light,
Words spoken are louder at night.
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